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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. About the Authors
  49. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  50. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  51. Letter from Author
  52. Meat and Potato Pie
  53. The Precious Stones series
  54. The Days of the Week Collection
  55. Mothering Sunday
  56. Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
  57. Memory Lane Club

Once Becky had told her, she too looked worried. What would Barnaby do now and would this mean that she could no longer care for her daughter? She couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from her and for the first time she watched the nursery door impatiently waiting for him to appear.

It was almost two hours later before he came, by which time Charlotte was fast asleep. Becky had cried non-stop ever since hearing the devastating news and Amber had sent her off to her room for an early night.

‘So what’s going to happen now?’ Amber said the second he set foot in the room. ‘To Charlotte, I mean?’

He crossed to a chair and sank heavily into it. ‘I’ve been trying to think of that,’ he said wearily. ‘And I do have a proposition to put to you but you may not be agreeable to it.’

‘Oh?’ Amber raised her eyebrow.

‘I shall be buying another property,’ he told her. ‘It will be nothing as grand as this one, of course. I shall start to look around for somewhere suitable immediately. And I thought . . . Well, I hoped that you might come to live there with us so that you could continue to care for Charlotte because I will have to work. The only trouble is you will be laying yourself wide open to yet more gossip. It’s bad enough as it is but imagine what people will say if they know you are living unchaperoned with me.’

‘People can say what they like about me,’ Amber said heatedly. ‘Just so long as I can be with my girl.’

Barnaby nodded before going on, ‘The other thing is I won’t be able to take on any staff. Not until I get another business properly up and running that is. So it would mean—’

‘It would mean I’d have to be head cook an’ bottle washer into the bargain,’ she finished for him. ‘But that’s all reet. I ain’t afraid o’ hard work.’

‘Even so, I’d like you to think about it before you make a final decision,’ he encouraged, before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him.

*

Early the next morning Barnaby set off on his house-hunt but everything he looked at was either too expensive or so rundown that it was almost derelict.

‘Did you find anywhere suitable?’ Amber asked when he visited the nursery that evening and he shook his head.